Parading

I have nothing to give, and make a poor servant,

but I can praise the spring. Praise this wildness
but I can praise the spring. Praise this wildness
but I can praise the spring. Praise this wildness
that does not heed the hour. The doe that does not
that does not heed the hour. The doe that does not
stop at dark but continues to grow all night long. —Linda Gregg
stop at dark but continues to grow all night long.
—Linda Gregg

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